Marvin Serwanga

I was meant to die today, punishment for not killing who I was supposed to. Puts the fear of God in them as they say. My reaper lays face first in the snow. His phone has been ringing for at least ten minutes now. I know what that means, anyone from my line of work does. They're all coming after me, the worst of the worst. The most skilled killers from all over the world, seeking to cut me down. I reload my gun as I hear the cars rumbling towards me, here they come.

Seed by Marvin Serwanga. Image by Logan Zillmer.

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